Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Zapp,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.